[Chorus] Never bite that hand that feeds you, bro, niggas greedy Never felt what it was like to be loved, bitches be cheatin' Finally got my hand on some paper, I'm gettin' even Main mans turned to a hater, this shit is deep Over money, you'll turn your back on your brother 'Cause of money, I don't know a bitch who really love me, ain't it funny? I could fill the East up with hunnids Make a freak fuck for nothin', I don't beef much at all Still in the hood, reminiscin' 'bout my dawgs Every time my nigga call, I show out for him My bitch been in the house, of course, I been goin' out more The fuck I need clout for? I can't be outscored Nigga, I can't be outscored
[Verse 1] For all my niggas that's callin', bitch, I'm still ballin' Forty-three for these and I play Mike Jordan But I play 'em like Stockton, these bitches sellin' like Oxy' See a hatin' nigga, pop 'em, gettin' rich the only option Bitch, I grew up with them doctors, you lil' niggas impostors Might invest a couple houses all in Houston for my youngins Lookin' for the pints of Wocky Who ain't gettin' money? Stop it I might up a million dollars I done fucked a million bitches Bitch, I got a million problems, nah, for real Next time a nigga diss us, he gettin' killed Bitches think they slick, ain't slick enough, baby, I see you If you think you can do this shit without me, then so be it The rest of my time and money gettin' spent on appeals Crib on the hills, bad bitch who like to chill Doggybone on her nails, free my fuckin' Uncle Nell Million dollars on his bail, don't give a fuck no more Real recognize real, nah, I don't trust no ho Real recognize real, nah, I don't trust
[Bridge] Tell me if you with me, my nigga, or are you gon' leave? Main mans turned to a hater, all for some cheese
[Chorus] Never bite that hand that feeds you, bro, niggas greedy Never felt what it was like to be loved, bitches be cheatin' Finally got my hand on some paper, I'm gettin' even Main mans turned to a hater, this shit is deep Over money, you'll turn your back on your brother 'Cause of money, I don't know a bitch who really love me, ain't it funny? I could fill the East up with hunnids Make a freak fuck for nothin', I don't beef much at all Still in the hood, reminiscin' 'bout my dawgs Every time my nigga call, I show out for him My bitch been in the house, of course, I been goin' out more The fuck I need clout for? I can't be outscored Nigga, I can't be outscored (I can't be outscored)
[Verse 2] You know a nigga came from the slums What's crackin' to the pastor, still got faith from all the guns Handheld with a drum on a nigga, if not three It got one a nigga, give 'em my all, I don't stunt on my niggas Ayy, tell me if you with me, my nigga, or you gon' leave? Why I never get the same love? 'Cause I'm me And my drugs told me, "You could be somethin' special, on Rece" How the fuck am I stressin'? Thought I ain't need you Back and forth on this tether, it ain't easy Momma, please show me how to save my money Remember countin' down ninety days, I'm comin'
[Chorus] Never bite that hand that feeds you, bro, niggas greedy Never felt what it was like to be loved, bitches be cheatin' Finally got my hand on some paper, I'm gettin' even Main mans turned to a hater, this shit is deep Over money, you'll turn your back on your brother 'Cause of money, I don't know a bitch who really love me, ain't it funny? I could fill the East up with hunnids Make a freak fuck for nothin', I don't beef much at all Still in the hood, reminiscin' 'bout my dawgs Every time my nigga call, I show out for him My bitch been in the house, of course, I been goin' out more The fuck I need clout for? I can't be outscored Nigga, I can't be outscoredTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
